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“Jay—let me watch the movie,” I moan, knowing that alone won’t stop him.

“Shhh…let me play. I promise I’ll stop when the movie is over,” he says.

“But, you just started this movie!” I exclaim, wondering how the fuck I’d be able to handle that, if he were to actually be serious.

No fucking way.

“Fine, I’ll stop at two,” he whispers. I can feel his hot breath on my neck.

“Two what?” I ask, confused as hell. He does that to me a lot.

“I’ll stop when you’ve cum for me two more times. Firm on the deal.”

“And what if I use my safe-word?” I tease.

“You won’t.” He fires back as he puts pressure on my clit with his finger.

He’s right. I won’t.

Probably not ever, unless he wants to cut me or something. Even then, knife play always sounded so appealing in dark romance novels.

“Hmm, that’s what I thought.” He proudly states.

I’d be open to try just about anything with him. Just being around him has changed the way I see so many things. He’s just so free. I have yet to see anything really make him mad or uncomfortable.

Tonight being the exception. He looked nervous when he learned that I was furious with him. I still have no idea why he would ever think I would judge him for the kinks he has.

If anything, I hope he discovers even more kinks he can talk me through.

Yes, please.

22

Gwen—Six months later…

Some say you should get to know a person before you move in with them.

I disagree.

I say, you should do whatever the fuck you want.

The last six months have gone by so fast. Jay and I decided to make it official three months ago, and I couldn’t be happier. It still shocks me to think about how I ended up here.

A wanted ad.

No, actually—my broke ass landed me here.

We finally finished the school year a couple weeks back, so we planned a camping trip up north in celebration of our success. I still don’t remember the name of the place, but it’s a place with mountains and trees, not city buses and people.

We leave in an hour, and I haven’t even packed the rest of our things. I hate packing.

“Hey, I’m home,” Jay peers his head around the corner of the living room, shooting me a confused look when he sees there are no bags ready for him to load into the car.

“Sorry, I swear, I was on it. A new book came out today, and I’ve been waiting a long time for it. I’ll be done in like, fifteen minutes. I promise!” I plead my case, watching him grin and turn toward the kitchen.

This camping trip will be so relaxing. It’s just what we need.

Mila begged to come with us, so we agreed but warned her that she might hear some things she may not want to. She laughed of course and joked about about being the camera-woman if we decided we needed one.

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